The future does not stop you

For all kinds of evils there are two remedies: time and silence. A. DUMAS ................................................................. ................................................................. Alice stopped and raised her face. She thought how much she mattered to be there how to continue her path. She needed to visit a doctor, and at that black plate of gold letters there were six names of doctors of different specialties. She needed a gynecologist, and since she was not in Security Social, that clinic could serve you. She looked closely at the specialties of the six doctors. Yes, there was a gynecologist. So Alice decided to go up to the sixth floor, where, according to the plaque, those doctors were established. -Consultation from ten to one and four to six.- Well, it was already after five. She hadn't asked for a consultation, but she didn't think it was accurate either, since the private clients were not abundant. She wore a kind of orange-hued jumpsuit and a green scarf around the neck of her. She wore short boots, and the tightness of the bottoms of her pants seemed excessively girdling the shafts of the boots. Her black hair, very straight, combed in a short mane. His bewildering blue eyes seemed too big on his rather exotic face, and they stood out more by the slightly brown skin, the red of her sensual lips and the teeth white, although somewhat mounted one on top of the other the two centrals, which gave his face a special grace of a naughty girl. But her Alice didn't feel naughty or funny. There was on her face a sad tension, and in the background of the blue gaze a hint of melancholy. She got into the elevator and pressed the button for the sixth floor. She wasn't sure yet of what she was looking for there. Obviously, she needed a doctor to confirm what she already knew. Well, of course she knew. While she thought that she had two options. One was to abort. The other takes care so that the boy or girl, in her time, she was born with all normality. On the sixth landing she saw two plates. The same names and the same specialties. Apparently it did not matter to knock on one door or another, because in they were both the same names. She hit the bell button. Almost immediately she opened the door. A woman Young and pretty, dressed in white, without a cap, she asked him what she wanted. -I came to visit the gynecologist. -Do you have time? -Well no. -You'll have to wait a long time or make an appointment for another day. -I'd rather wait. -Come in then. Alice crossed the threshold. The hall was large and from it you could see several doors, in each of which a specialty was indicated. There was also a kind of counter with several telephones, and behind it another young woman and pretty, dressed in white, stirring up what to Alice looked like files. A murmur came from an adjoining hall, indicating to Alice that customers were waiting there. -Sit down for a second,- the nurse who was sitting behind him told him. her counter indicating a chair across from her. Its the first time? -Yes. -You can't choose a gynecologist here.- We only have one. -I have no intention of choosing anything.- The one they have is enough for me. -Social Security? She, -she asked. -Do not. -It is that, if it belonged to the Social Security, we could not receive it. Do not we have. -Mer,- Alice said nonchalantly. * * * The nurse who opened the door for him went to one of the consultations. Sometimes she entered, but she quickly left accompanying a person who looked like a customer and that she herself dismissed. She then she would go back to the visiting room and mention other name. A young woman, accompanied by a gentleman, followed the nurse toward the door that said in black letters: -Cardiology.- The young lady behind the counter pulled out a token that she placed in front of her. -Her name? -Alice Alcázar. -Age? -Twenty two years. The nurse wrote everything in her handwriting on the card. -This is the first time she has come to her,- she said. So you said when you entered. -The first time, yes. -Direction… She gave it. -Married or single? -Single. -Name of your parents? -And for what? She, -he rebelled. I own my person, I live Independent. -Anyway, if something happens to him one day, we have to know who to call. -To nobody. The nurse shot her a curious look, but shrugged. She put a horizontal line where the names of possible names should go. client's relatives. -Anyway,- she said, as she traced the lines, -someone will have to interest for you. -No one that I know of,- she cut in. The nurse looked back at her and shrugged again. -Anyway,- she said, -you are of legal age.- Lets see what disease afflicts her? -According to the tests, a pregnancy. This time, the nurse didn't seem to flinch. -Have you visited any other doctors? -Do not. -But she knows she's pregnant. -Yes. For some analysis; I already warned you. -Homemade? -Do not. From a laboratory. The result was positive. -How long has that been? -Just two months. -And he comes to have it confirmed. -That, that. -Have you suffered from any illness? -None that I know of.- I guess the logic of childhood. No I remember. -He feels bad? -Do not. It was brief in his responses. The nurse wrote without raising her face, which it indicated that she would have received hundreds of such cases. -The gynecologist's name is Dr. Alfredo Menchaca,- she got up with the file. in the hand-. Go there, Marta, accompany the lady ... Before following the girl named Marta, Aliceky saw that the other The nurse would leave with the card, knock on a door and leave quickly without the file. The so-called Marta said to him meanwhile: -You will have to wait more than an hour. Come in please. The door closed behind her. Alice saw, sitting and waiting like her, many unfamiliar faces. There were at least twenty people in that huge room. She did not hide from him that before she went to the consultation they would have to attend to all those people first. She took some magazines and settled down thinking that she should be patient. But since she had decided this day would be, she didn't want to put it off for later. The sooner she knew for sure the truth, the better. She felt so depressed that everything she was reading seemed out of logic. People, apparently, were very happy, they lived divinely. She was not happy, nor she lived; rather, she had vegetated for fifteen days. She also thought that she would wait everything, because it was her only day off of her week. That and saturday the afternoon, followed by Sunday. But the clinic would be closed those days. She could have gone to any other clinic, where there was only one doctor. Maybe she hadn't had to wait that long. But since she was there, she would wait. Distracted, she watched several clients pass by. She was always the same nurse the one that announced the names. Each time, there were usually two clients, which which indicated that not everyone went to the consultation, but that they went as a company. Finally, at half past six, after being there for almost ninety minutes waiting, the nurse called her name. She got up, after leaving the magazines on a nearby table full of them. -This way,- said the girl whom the other nurse called Marta. Alice followed her silently. Marta opened the door and gestured for him to come in. She then she closed the door again. She was left alone before a young man with slightly wavy brown hair and eyes They looked brown, or so Aliceky thought, covered by wide-rimmed clear lenses. The young man, in a white coat and glasses, was sitting behind the table. There were many books on shelves, two more armchairs and a chair. In the background was a smaller white door that was closed.